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5h
I awake to a cold breeze and skeletons in the closet
Turn the water on and watch it pour from the faucet
It gets harder day by day, play by play
From starring in the mirror to her eyes, looking for the words to say

“You look like you need some rest” she said, I smirked
Why don’t you try to tell me how to make us work
I know, I know, it’s cold, it’s cold
I’ve done burned up all the lies I told

I glance at the mirror, to eyes the shade of blue
Though I must admit they grow bigger when looking at you
But a man of habit, is a man of creature
There is no such thing as a bad teacher

We’re like gasoline and nicotine
So why don’t we go and light all our dreams
Burn, burn em’ all and shake the frost
Never to question what it cost

We’re staring at each other through the front door
The same memories and feelings; we’ve been here before
I turn the handle, but it doesn’t open
I try to speak, but these words have already been spoken
Written by
Thomas Harvey  57/M
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